Mr. C.B.'s POV
C.B.: "Phew! I'm stuffed! I couldn't eat another bite!"
Rudolf: "I'm right there with you. I can't remember the last time I felt this truly satisfied after a meal…"
Rice: "Rice is full too~. Everything was so delicious, Big Brother. Thank you for the feast."
Hachiman: "I'm just glad you liked it. C.B., you were so full you wouldn't even share with anyone else. What was that about?"
C.B.: "I'll turn that question back on you! Why would I ever want to give away something this good? Especially when you made it, Hachiman. Obviously, I'm going to polish off every last crumb!"
Hachiman: "I'm not sure why you're emphasizing the fact that I made it, but I suppose that's the highest praise a cook can get. Right then, I'll start clearing the table."
Rudolf: "I'll help. It doesn't sit right with me to let you do everything."
Hachiman: "Appreciate it."
I seriously can't move… I don't think I've eaten until I was this paralyzed in years. But seriously, who is this Hachiman guy? How can he cook like this? Was he a professional chef in a past life or something?
C.B.: "Hey, Rice~, can you still eat? Usually, you've got a bigger appetite than this, don't you?"
Rice: "U-um, yes… I probably could if I tried. But for some reason, I'm just so content today."
C.B.: "Haha, I get it. Everything was just so good♪ We're heading to France with Hachiman in September—I wonder if this is the kind of food we'll be getting every day over there?"
Rice: "I-I wonder… I think today was probably a special treat, but what is authentic French cuisine even like?"
Rudolf: "French cooking tends to emphasize formality and aesthetic beauty over sheer quantity. It's similar to what we think of as 'course meals' in Japan. Though, of course, not every restaurant follows that rule."
Hachiman: "Well, the place Rice and I will be using is the same spot Speed Symboli-san used to stay at, so it should be high quality. You can probably keep your expectations high for the food. And if it doesn't suit your palate, don't worry—I'll just make something myself."
Must be nice, Rice. I wish Hachiman would cook for me—Wait.
Rice: "Is… is that okay? I feel like I'm the only one—"
C.B.: "Hold it right there."
Rice: "Fueh? S-C.B.-san?"
C.B.: "…Sniff, sniff…"
Rudolf: "W-what is it, C.B.?"
C.B.: "…Sniff, sniff…"
Hachiman: "Me too? What's with the sudden inspection?"
C.B.: "…You two. You ate something without telling us, didn't you? Something sweet. I can smell a faint, sugary scent coming off both of you. Out with it! What did you eat?!"
Mejiro McQueen: [Twitch!!]
Hachiman: "…Why is your intuition so sharp regarding things that absolutely do not matter?"
C.B.: "It matters to me! Besides, it's not fair for Rudolf to be the only one getting treats!"
Rudolf: "Haha… sorry, Brother."
Hachiman: "Fine, fine. I'll go get them."
Aha!! I knew it! They were hiding something! You can't keep secrets from me when my nose is on the case!
Rice: "W-wow, you actually noticed? Rice didn't smell a thing…"
C.B.: "Heh-heh~♪ What can I say? I've got the instincts!"
Rudolf: "Sorry to keep you waiting. Here is the culprit."
Rice: "Whoa~! You made these too?!"
Sitting on the plates were macarons and crepes. The macarons came in four colors—pink, yellow, green, and brown—while the crepes were drizzled with chocolate sauce and stuffed with strawberries and whipped cream.
Hachiman: "Even so, can you actually fit any of this in?"
C.B.: "Don't underestimate us, Hachiman! There's a phrase for this: 'The Second Stomach.' Dessert after a meal is a spiritual necessity!"
Hachiman: "I wasn't underestimating you, I was just—"
C.B.: "So, does this mean Rudolf already finished her dessert?"
Rudolf: "Haha, unfortunately not. I only helped with the plating and the finishing touches. I haven't actually had my share yet."
Hachiman: "There you have it. If you want some, go ahead. If you can't finish, I'll save them for tomorrow, so don't sweat it. Though I might end up eating them myself."
C.B.: "Not a chance! If you do, you're making me more!"
Rice: "They look so yummy though♪"
C.B.: "Then let's dig in!"
It's a mystery. I was so full a second ago, but because it's for the 'second stomach,' I can keep going!
McQueen: "Trainer-san!"
Hachiman: "…And there she is. Mejiro Pack-queen. What do you want?"
McQueen: "I am McQueen! And more importantly… would it be possible for me to have one of those crepes?"
Hachiman: "That's strange. If I remember correctly, didn't I see you eating pudding earlier? The one with the mountain of whipped cream on top?"
McQueen: "I-I did! I certainly ate it! But that is beside the point! Those crepes look simply divine!"
Hachiman: "…Fine. I'll give you just the wrap."
McQueen: "Please do not be so cruel!!"
Hachiman: "Look, these are just ordinary crepes, okay? I didn't put anything special in them."
McQueen: "I do not care! I must have one!"
Hachiman: (Is she serious…?)
Rice: "Oh! Big Brother, Big Brother! There's ganache inside this crepe!"
Hachiman: "Yeah, I thought just chocolate sauce would be a bit boring, so I tucked some in."
Rudolf: "The ganache gives it such a rich, deep flavor. It's wonderful."
Hachiman: "Glad to hear it. That's—"
McQueen: "TRAINER-SAN!!"
Hachiman: "…Sigh. Fine, it's too much trouble to argue. Here."
McQueen: "—! Thank you so much!!"
Hachiman: (I hate to break it to you, McQueen, but right now, nobody sees you as a refined lady of the Mejiro family. They just see a girl who's obsessed with sweets.)
Today's meal: Total. Satisfaction. Although, while we were eating our dessert, I saw Mejiro McQueen eating her crepe while literally crying. I wonder if something happened?
She showed up exactly as expected… and of course, she's eating through her tears.
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